The wild grass lives only for your sight
For your unreserved love and care
For the shadows in your every step
For the light in the black of your eyes
The ripples in the lake live only for your dreams
Your life tumultuous and bare
For the wrinkles in your soul
And the weariness in your countenance
The old dog at the old place live only for your loneliness
For your tears
For your cry in the silence
As it licks away the bitterness in your existence
Yet, you love not them-
They are always there,
Simple, undecorated,
Pebbles to the gold-
But wilder, greater aspirations
With the mountains in your eyes,
You won’t see the dandelions
Will they still be there
Without your sunshine, earth and rain
That showed me my place
And taught me what it is to be alive
With the waves in your eyes
You won’t see the ripples of a single stone
Will they still be there
The seedlings growing within
The fish swimming in between
That showed me I was not empty
As you lit up the world within me
With every being in your eyes
You won’t see the old dog howling in pain
Will it still be there
The life within its loyal eyes
The laughter running free and wild
The shelter, The love, and every breath
That showed me my purpose of being
As you led me down the path I’d never stray
You will not know
You will not see
Yet, I’m certain
When you return
Danced your dance
And weary of pleasing those that will love you
Your beauty, timely, sparingly, and conditionally
They will still be there
Waiting for your return
For, even when you were chasing everything
Because you thought that they had nothing
You were, are, and will always be
Their everything.
(You wouldn’t chase something that would never let you go.)
(So don't worry about something you can never lose)
Forget me when you're happy.
And I will always be there whenever you need.